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Title: Almost Meditative
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairings: Rey/Rose
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rey would say working with Rose is almost meditative, except for how she goes awkward when Rose hits on her.
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Almost Meditative:
Working with Rose is almost meditative. The two of them find a rhythm and the sensation is so similar to mediation that Rey almost wants to call it that, except mediation doesn’t leave her hands covered in grease and her heart pounding in her ears. She’s also not stumbling over her words when Rose wants to have the occasional conversation.
Rose giggles. “You didn’t answer my question at all.”
“Dancing,” Rey attempts again. “There was no dancing on Jakku.”
“I could teach you,” Rose offers.
Their eyes meet. Rey’s mouth goes dry. She feels her face go flush.
“I think you might be worse at this than me,” Rose offers, voice going gentle.
Rey glances at their repairs. “This is good though.”
“Yeah, it is,” Rose agrees, before she reaches over and squeezes Rey’s hand. “You can just tell me no.”
“No!” Rey shakes her head, eyes widening. “I mean yes. I mean I would want to learn dancing if it meant I got to dance with you.”
“Oh! So it’s okay that I’ve been hitting on you?”
Rey nods. “Hit on me all you want.”
Rey groans.
Rose sighs, then leans in and kisses her. It’s better than meditating.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairings: Rey/Rose
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rey would say working with Rose is almost meditative, except for how she goes awkward when Rose hits on her.
A/N: Written for the
femslashficlets prompt sensation.Almost Meditative:
Working with Rose is almost meditative. The two of them find a rhythm and the sensation is so similar to mediation that Rey almost wants to call it that, except mediation doesn’t leave her hands covered in grease and her heart pounding in her ears. She’s also not stumbling over her words when Rose wants to have the occasional conversation.
Rose giggles. “You didn’t answer my question at all.”
“Dancing,” Rey attempts again. “There was no dancing on Jakku.”
“I could teach you,” Rose offers.
Their eyes meet. Rey’s mouth goes dry. She feels her face go flush.
“I think you might be worse at this than me,” Rose offers, voice going gentle.
Rey glances at their repairs. “This is good though.”
“Yeah, it is,” Rose agrees, before she reaches over and squeezes Rey’s hand. “You can just tell me no.”
“No!” Rey shakes her head, eyes widening. “I mean yes. I mean I would want to learn dancing if it meant I got to dance with you.”
“Oh! So it’s okay that I’ve been hitting on you?”
Rey nods. “Hit on me all you want.”
Rey groans.
Rose sighs, then leans in and kisses her. It’s better than meditating.